I should have named my cat Artemis.
Okay. So. I hear this squeaking noise, right? Kinda sounds like a squeaky toy.
No idea what the hell it is. It goes on for awhile, so I look outside, see what's up. Nothing.
Sit back down, there it goes again. And I see reflected in my laptop screen my cat go darting across the porch.
So I get up to look outside again. Nothing. Sit back down, dog goes outside.
There goes the squeaking again.
So I go outside and see that the dog and cat are tag-teaming a baby rabbit.
Had it backed up against a wall of the house.
I chased them off and grabbed the bunny. Holy crap it was a tiny bunny.
Dad got the animals inside, then we decided that no, probably shouldn't let the bunny go in the yard.
So I went through the house, put on Dad's shoes because my hands were occupied holding/protecting the bunny, and go around to the backyard, by the huge property behind our house.
I let it go through some trees. It just stayed on my hand for a good thirty seconds before realising 'oh hay i can go now'. It didn't seem hurt at all, just scared, and it stopped shaking while I was holding onto it.
But holy CRAP tiny bunny. Seriously, I could hold it in one hand and those of you who have met me know how small my hands are.
Click!
No idea what the hell it is. It goes on for awhile, so I look outside, see what's up. Nothing.
Sit back down, there it goes again. And I see reflected in my laptop screen my cat go darting across the porch.
So I get up to look outside again. Nothing. Sit back down, dog goes outside.
There goes the squeaking again.
So I go outside and see that the dog and cat are tag-teaming a baby rabbit.
Had it backed up against a wall of the house.
I chased them off and grabbed the bunny. Holy crap it was a tiny bunny.
Dad got the animals inside, then we decided that no, probably shouldn't let the bunny go in the yard.
So I went through the house, put on Dad's shoes because my hands were occupied holding/protecting the bunny, and go around to the backyard, by the huge property behind our house.
I let it go through some trees. It just stayed on my hand for a good thirty seconds before realising 'oh hay i can go now'. It didn't seem hurt at all, just scared, and it stopped shaking while I was holding onto it.
But holy CRAP tiny bunny. Seriously, I could hold it in one hand and those of you who have met me know how small my hands are.
Click!